User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20161105020331/@comment-3135907-20170110004341

"Grand!" the surprisingly-robust and quick-pawed old hermit called over his shoulder as he easily shoved the craft into the Moss. One paw on the lead rope, he declared gruffly, "Weel, goon' keep ahr boatly friend waet'n? Coom on, 'e ain't waet'n fear soom scruftie like yersel' all day. Gits gruichy, 'e does. Bowts are t' be waet'd on. Sooner yeh laerns 't th' better, laddie."